I want a best friend:
Someone who will hug me tight when I'm down.
Someone who will beat up the guys that hurt me.
Someone who knows every single detail about me.
Someone who will make laugh until I cry.
Someone I can be myself with.
Someone who won't cause too much fucking drama.

Someone who keeps all of his promises.

Someone who I will eventually fall in love... And someone who will eventually love me back.


19. Nineteen


Chapter Eighteen

Let's Wrap


I let out a sigh as I stared at the very last empty stadium that I was going to be seeing in a while. I mean, it was the end of the tour, and Slate had promised me that he was going to take me with him to the other tours, but who knew when those were going to come. I knew that I didn't have to be here, but I wanted to stare at the place where I love being.


"I knew that I would find you here." I heard Slate speak. "What are you doing here Princess?"

"Staring at a place that sets my mind at ease." I replied staring at him with a smile. "Why are you up? You still have like two hours of sleep."

"I know." Slate sighed bringing me closer to him. "I just want to be with you." I rested my head in the crook of his neck.

"You know that now I have to do the laundry for a whole month." I sighed with a giggle.

"What?" Slate questioned frowning. "Why would you?"

"I made a bet with my mother." I sighed with a smile, remembering. "Well, she bet me a shopping trip that when I came back, I was going to be dating you." I placed a soft kiss on his cheek. "And it became true."

"Your mom always said that we were going to end up together right?" Slate chuckled and I nodded. "I miss her you know, even though she is your mother and all, I miss her like if she were my own mother. I don't think that I miss my own mother as much."

"Slaate." I whined. "Your mom is a really nice person, and so is your dad, so you must miss them a lot."

"I do Princess." He kissed my head. "But I am going to miss you so much when we go back. I know that we live close and all, but my parents want to go out and visit my Grams in Colorado, so we are leaving for like two weeks."

"Aww your Grams." I sat up staring at him. "Tell her I said hi." I winked. "I think I want to spend some time with my mom, and maybe go out and search for some college that would want me."

"Any college would be lucky to have you." Slate tapped my nose. "But are you sure you want to stay in a college? Why not take classes online?"

I rolled my eyes. "I can't keep crashing your tours Slate." I sighed. "As much as I would love to do so, I can't."

"Actually you can and you will." Slate smirked and I frowned. I am very confused. "My manager loved your entry, and he wants for you to become the ONLY official blogger of moi." He winked. "So you are going to be like writing an entry every week, making a highlight of the most important things that happened to be over the week." He grinned.

"HOLY SHIT SLATE!" I exclaimed throwing my arms around his neck. "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, tha-" I was cut off by a kiss.

I pulled out of the kiss and smiled at him. "A Slate Hunter Diary." I giggled.

"I love you so much Scotty." Slate rested his forehead in mine.

"I love you too." I replied kissing him.






I curled up in the seat I had chosen for the rehearsal. Just like many other times, this was a private rehearsal and I found this type of rehearsal better than the others. Don't get me wrong, I love the fans and everything, but their constant nagging and questioning trying to know more about Slate, is not something that I enjoy.

I knew that if my relationship (friendship) with Slate came out to the light of the whole world, people would start treating me differently and I so hate that. I knew that I was going to be in the spotlight always, and I hate that as well, and I also know that when Ronald did it, I wanted to die and go back home and never know about Slate ever again, but the way he protects me, that's not something that I am willing to lose.

Slate is the only man in my life that hasn't hurt me, either on purpose or without knowing. He has always been my best friend, and there was a time in our early stages of high school where I developed a crush on him, but I knew that if I said something I was going to lose the amazing friendship I had, because he was dating his crush.



I looked up and saw that Slate was staring at me with a cute smile. I frowned and he chuckled. "One more song." Slate spoke.
"Let's call it a wrap!" I shouted, knowing what he was trying to do.
Slate laughter boomed through the speakers. "I freaking love you Scotty."


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